It started one Saturday morning during summer vacation when I woke up to noise in front of my house. I looked out my bedroom window and saw a moving van parked in front of the Martin’s house although I guess that it wasn’t really the Martin place any more. They had moved out months ago and there had been a For Sale sign in their yard for a long time.
I noticed that the For Sale sign was gone and men were carrying furniture into the house. Then I saw a girl about my age (10) watching the movers. She had the longest blond hair I had ever seen on a girl; it fell to below her waist and while I was looking out the window she looked toward our house and our eyes met and though I was too young to understand what happened something passed between us.
I quickly dressed and ran downstairs, out of the house and across the street. I walked up to her and said:
“Hi. My name is Frank and I live just across the street.”
She looked at me, gave me a dazzling smile and said, “Hello Frank. I’m Regina and we are moving into our new house.”
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That was the start of it.
The rest of the summer she was at my house or I was at hers. We walked to school together on the first day of school and we walked home together. We were pretty much inseparable all through middle school and into junior high.
Even though we pretty much spent all of our time together she was still my first ‘official date’ when we went to our first high school dance together. The number of guys who asked her to dance that night should have prepared me for what was to come. Soon a lot of guys were asking Regina out and what killed me was that she said yes to a lot of them. That bothered the hell out of me because I’d always looked on Regina as mine.
Several times I asked her to go to the movies or the penny arcade with me only to be told that she had a date with someone else. Stupid of me and I knew it, but I started looking at her going out on dates with others as ‘treason’ and decided to turn my back on her. No more walking to and from school together and I started avoiding her. If I saw her heading my way I changed direction and walked away from her.
“To hell with her” I thought, there are other girls I can date and I didn’t even have to look hard for them. For some reason Regina didn’t get along with several of the girls in our class and two of them – Sally Maples and Marge Haight – started sitting with me at lunch period and from the way they talked and acted they wanted me to ask them out. I didn’t realize it at the time (I was young and naïve) but Marge and Sally only wanted me because I was considered Regina’s and me going with them would be the equivalent of them saying “Fuck you Regina.”
After Regina’s going out with other guys finally pissed me off I asked Sally out and she said yes. I took her to the amusement park and for me the best part of the evening was that Regina was there with Norm Miller and when she saw me with Sally she got a pissed off look on her face.
I took Sally out a couple of times and then one day Regina asked me why I hadn’t asked her out lately and I bluntly told her that I was tired of being turned down.
“Don’t be that way Frank. We’re young and we need to date other people to see what things are like. You know you are my best boyfriend.”
That made me feel good and Regina and I went out a half dozen times and then one night when I asked her to go to the movies with me she said sorry but she was going out with Phil that night. The next time I asked it was Rich and the time after that it was Tim. Fuck it I thought and I asked Marge out. I dated Marge for a while and then Sally and then I kind of fell into a rotation – Marge then Sally then Marge and on and on.
It was coming up on junior prom night and I was home working on homework when my mom called up the stairs and told me that Regina was there. I didn’t say anything and a minute or so later Regina walked into my room, said “Hi” and sat down on my bed. I said “Hi” back to her and kept on working on my homework. She watched me for a bit and then she said:
“You haven’t asked me to the prom.”
“So?”
“Aren’t you going to ask me?”
“Why should I? Maybe I don’t want to hear you say no because you are going with Tim or Phil or Harry or whoever.”
“You know better than that Frank. You know that I’d never do the important stuff with anyone else.”
“No I don’t know that Regina and don’t give me any of that “You are my best boyfriend” crap. If that was true you would have fit me in somewhere. A date with Tim, a couple with me and then maybe a date with some other guy and a couple with me, but that isn’t the way the way it has been has it? “Your best boyfriend” has been turned down the last nine times he has asked you out so you shouldn’t be shocked when he finally says “screw it” and stops asking.”
“Does this mean that you aren’t going to ask me to the prom?”
“I don’t know Regina. I’ve seen a lot more of Sally and Marge lately than I have of you so one of them might be expecting me to ask them to the prom.”
“They are only going out with you to spite me.”
“Maybe Regina, but whatever the reason they are going out with me and you haven’t. The question is do I risk them not going out with me any more because I didn’t ask one of them to go to the prom? That would leave me with no one to go out with since I don’t seem able to get on your list.”
“So what are you going to do?”
“Think on it.”
“Fine!” she snarled and got up and left my room. I smiled as she left and thought I’d let her stew for a day before I asked her.
The next day during lunch period Regina stopped by the table where I was sitting and said with a smirk:
“No need to overwork your brain cells thinking about whether or not to ask me to the prom. I’m going with Tim.”
Without even looking up at her I said, “Have fun” and kept eating my lunch. Regina stood there for five seconds or so and then she stormed off. Two minutes later Marge and Sally sat down with me and Sally asked:
“What the hell did you just say to Regina? She was severally pissed as she stomped off.”
“I told her I wasn’t taking her to the prom. In fact, I might not even go.”
“Why not?”
“I can’t make a choice.”
“A choice on what?”
“I’ve been dating both you and Marge and I just don’t think I can pick one of you over the other.”
They looked at each other and something seemed to pass between them and then Marge said:
“Then I guess you will just have to take us both.”
“Both?”
“Yes” Sally said, “Both.”
I had a great evening. I took turns dancing with Sally and Marge and on four really slow numbers the three of us danced in kind of a group hug. As an added benefit I got to watch Regina as she threw nasty glances my way most of the night. I had the additional satisfaction of watching her not be able to dance with her date. Tim had twisted his ankle during football practice and he could barely walk let alone dance.
Marge, Sally and I had so much fun together at the prom that for the rest of our junior year we dated as a threesome. I was in the unique position of being able to give back to Regina some of what she had been giving me. A couple of times she actually asked me if I would take her out and I was able to say sorry, but I already had something going with Marge and Sally on that night.
I knew it couldn’t last and it didn’t. Marge’s dad got transferred and she had to move away. It was just Sally and me for a month or two and then one weekend she went to visit some relatives and when she came back she told me she couldn’t see me any more.
“I met a guy when I was at Aunt Mildred’s and as soon as our eyes met sparks flew. Sorry Frank. I had a great time with you and I hope you will always be my friend.”
I remembered the connection the first time Regina and I had looked at each other and I assured her that I would and I wished her well and then she was gone.”
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It was summer vacation and I had taken a job working for a landscaper and I had no energy to go dating when I got home even if I would have had someone I could have asked. As the summer progressed and I got more used to the hard labor I was less and less tired and started thinking of dating again.
My parents had told me that if I kept my grades up they would help me buy a car and as soon as I had saved up a fairly large amount from my paychecks (not hard to do when all you do is go to work and then come home and die) we went looking and found a very nice 1993 Mustang convertible. It had the 5.0 engine and a five speed and at first my dad thought that it was too much car for me, but after a lot of begging and pleading he gave in.
I started cruising the spots where the kids I knew hung out and I was able to hook up with a girl or two. One evening, three weeks after I got the car, I came home from work and found Regina sitting on the front porch steps waiting for me. “Hi” she said as I walked up to her. “Hi back” I said and then waited.
“Can we stop all the stupid game playing Frank?”
“What game playing?”
“You know; me dating guys to piss you off and you dating girls to rub my nose in it. We belong together Frank and we both knew that on the day we met so no more games Frank, please?”
And there were no more games. We were exclusive from that evening on the rest of the way through high school and college and seven months after we graduated from college we were married.
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The next twelve years were good ones. We had wanted kids, but after trying like hell to have one we found out that Regina was unable to carry. We didn’t let the news crush us. We decided that it meant that we were to have more time to spend with each other.
There was one problem, but it was mine and it was all my own doing. I had never been very athletic and I had never competed in sports in high school or college. The only time I had ever been in great shape was when I had worked for the landscaper and that was twelve years in the past. My job was a desk job and a lack of exercise and a steady diet of client lunches and dinners were putting the pounds on me and I knew I needed to do something about it.
I joined a gym and started working out. At first it was three times a week on Monday, Wednesday and Friday and as I got into the routine I moved it up to five times a week. Usually I was there when the doors opened at five in the morning, but then Regina decided that it was something we could do together. She asked me if it would be okay with me and I of course said yes. I was still at the gym at five on Tuesday and Thursday, but I started going in after work on Monday, Wednesday and Friday to work out with Regina. Once Regina got in the grove she started hitting the gym on her lunch hours since it was only five minutes from where she worked and I went back to my five days at five in the morning.
I need to point out that I wasn’t hitting the gym for building strength. I was there for the exercise and to keep the pounds off.
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It was a tooth that brought about the situation. Specifically it was a filling coming out of a tooth. I called my dentist and she told me could get me in right away so I left work and headed on over to her office. By the time she had finished I saw no sense in going back to work just to finish out two hours so I went home.
Regina’s car was in the driveway which I found odd since her quitting time was the same as mine although she usually beat me home because where she worked was fifteen minutes closer to home. I couldn’t imagine why she would be home at that time of day.
I didn’t need imagination when I walked into the house. You didn’t need to be a Sherlock Holmes to deduce what the trail of women’s and men’s clothes from the front door to the steps leading to the upstairs bedrooms meant. With a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach I made my way up the stairs and down the hallway to the open bedroom door.
Regina was on her hands and knees and Stan, one of the fitness instructors from the gym, was behind her and fucking her hard. She was clutching the sheets with her hands and moaning:
“Yes, yes, yes, oh God yes.”
I stood there frozen, too stunned to move or even think. “Need to nut bitch” Stan said and he pulled out of Regina. She promptly fell on her back and spread her legs wide and as she did that she saw me standing in the door. Her face paled and she cried out:
“Oh no! Oh God no!”
Stan saw where she was looking and he turned his head and looked over. He smiled and said:
“She is a damned fine piece of ass. How about giving us some privacy.”
His words vaguely registered and I clenched my fists, but even as I did it reason prevailed. No way I would accomplish anything by going after him. He was six inches taller, heavier and more muscular. He would turn me into a grease spot on the floor in seconds. For the first time in my life I regretted not having a gun although it was probably a good thing that I didn’t or I’d likely spend the rest of my life in jail.
I stood there rooted to the floor staring in sick fascination at my naked wife lying on the bed with her legs spread wide and her pussy gaping open.
“I asked you to give us some privacy” Stan said as he got off the bed and moved toward me. I don’t know what was wrong with me. I was frozen in disbelief. That was my wife on the bed. What was going on here? This couldn’t possibly be. Stan put his hand in the middle of my chest and pushed me backwards and then slammed the door in my face. As the door closed I looked past Stan and saw Regina still lying there with her legs spread wide waiting for Stan to come back. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I saw tears.
The noise of the door slamming in my face caused me to come out of the funk I was frozen in. I shook my head to clear it and started thinking about what I could do. Calling the cops wouldn’t help since it was obviously not rape. I tried to think of what I had the might give me some kind of parity in the physical sense. There was nothing that came to mind. I thought of a butcher knife from the kitchen, but quickly forgot about it. The six inch advantage he had in height meant he had longer arms than I did and he could keep me from getting close enough to inflict any damage. It wasn’t all that great an idea anyway since if I could get to him and did the job right I could spend life in prison. No, I had no options, at least not then, but I would get the son of a bitch. It might take me a while, but I would get him.
There were things I needed to do so I left the house and drove to the bank. I cleaned out and closed all of our accounts and emptied the safe deposit box. I stuffed everything under the seat of the car until I could get to another bank and open an account in my name only. I drove back to what used to be my happy home, but now was just a piece of property that would be going up for sale.
The trail of clothes had been picked up, but I could hear voices upstairs so I knew Stan was still in the house. I went into the kitchen and got the bottle of Crown Royal out of the cabinet and made myself a stiff drink. I sat down at the kitchen table and took out my wallet and started going through my credit cards. The American Express was in my name only and I had a Visa in my name only that I used for business travel. The Discover Card and MasterCard were joint and I wrote down the customer service numbers so I could call and cancel them.
As I sat there making notes I heard them come down stairs and I heard Stan say, “Tomorrow? Same time?” and I heard Regina reply. “I’ll be here.”
A couple of minutes later Regina came into the kitchen. She seemed to be surprised to see me there. She stopped in the doorway, hesitated, and then said:
“I don’t know what to say other than I’m sorry that you saw that. I’m sorry that I hurt you. I didn’t mean for that to happen. You were never supposed to know.”
“What are you most sorry about Regina? Sorry for cheating on me? Or sorry that your cheating ass got caught?”
I looked at her and she stood in the doorway and silently looked back at me.
“You know what I’m not hearing right now Regina? I’m not hearing “Please forgive me. It was a huge mistake and it will never happen again.”
She looked away from me and said, “I can’t do that.”
“You telling me that you aren’t going to stop fucking Stan? Why didn’t you just ask me for a divorce and get me out of the picture?”
“I don’t want a divorce.”
“That makes no sense. You don’t want a divorce, but you aren’t going to stop fucking Stan. I am reading this right?”
“Yes. Look baby, you don’t have anything to worry about. I love you Frank. Stan means nothing to me. It is just sex with him. Damned good sex and I don’t mean to cut you when I say this, but it is the best sex of my life.”
“So I don’t satisfy you is what you are telling me.”
“Yes you do satisfy me baby, but Stan does so much more. He is strong, he can go forever and he has a huge cock.”
“How can you tell me that you love me and don’t want a divorce and then tell me that you are going to keep on fucking that asshole? You expect me to be that much of a wimp?”
“You aren’t a wimp baby and I know it. Please baby, just give me a little slack here. Stan won’t be around forever. He’s just a fling. I swear to God he is no threat to you. Come on baby; lets go upstairs and I’ll prove it to you. You are my main man.”
“Oh goody! Just what I’ve always wanted – sloppy seconds from my wife. Sorry Regina; it just doesn’t work that way. I don’t know what I’m going to do just yet, but touching your defiled body isn’t on the list. You are a grown woman and as such you get to make your own choices. I can’t keep you from seeing your lover if that is what you choose to do, but if you see him again and I find out about it there will be a divorce for sure. There might be one anyway, but I don’t know. One thing though; if you do fuck him again it had better not be here in my house. Do you understand me?”
“I already told him we couldn’t do it here” she lied.
“And the way you just said that tells me that you are going to fuck him again. So be it. I’ll see an attorney as soon as I can get an appointment.”
“Damn it Frank! I don’t want a divorce!”
“And I don’t want a cheating whore for a wife!”
I got up and left the house and drove to work. The place was closed and everyone was gone for the day. I used my key to let myself in and went into my office. I turned on my computer and went on the Net to look for information. I found a ton and after reading and researching I made a decision. I Googled and got the address of a local company that sold what I wanted and I gave them a call and found out that they were open until nine and a half an hour later I walked in their front door.
Regina had lied to me when she told me that she had already told Stan they couldn’t do it at the house any more. She didn’t know that I’d heard him say “Tomorrow? Same time?” and her reply that she would be waiting. Well I was going to be there waiting also. I made my purchase and drove home.
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Regina was sitting in the living room waiting for me and as soon as she saw me she said:
“We need to talk Frank.”
I ignored her and went upstairs, took a shower, turned out the light and went to bed. Ten minutes later Regina came to bed and moved over next to me and snuggled up against me. Her hand reached for my cock and I grabbed her wrist and pushed her away as I snarled at her:
“Don’t you dare touch me you fucking whore.”
She started crying, got out of bed and left the room. She was sleeping on the couch when I got up and left for work in the morning. I stopped at the Village Inn for breakfast and at eight I called work and told them I wouldn’t be in. Not knowing what time “Same time” was I waited for Regina to leave for work and then I went home. I parked one block over from the house and then walked home.
I went down into the basement and worked in my shop until noon and then I went upstairs and sat where I could watch the driveway. At one Regina pulled in and parked and a couple of minutes later Stan pulled up and parked across the street. I went out the back door and over the fence into the Miller’s backyard and walked to my car. I waited five minutes and then I drove home and parked on the street in front of the house.
I entered the house and climbed the stairs as I moved toward the room where the “Oh God yes, fill me up” was coming from. I walked up and waited in the open doorway and watched Stan as he drove his cock into Regina. Regina saw me and moaned:
“Oh god no; not again.”
Stan turned and saw me. “Look little man” he said as he pulled out of Regina and got off the bed. “We have already had this conversation. Don’t make me physically remove you from your own bedroom. I’ll be done in a little while and you can come back and have a sit down with your wife and talk things out.”
“I don’t think so. I warned the bitch yesterday that there would be trouble if she brought you back into the house. You are the one who is going to be leaving and the whore will be right behind you.”
He laughed and said, “And just who in the hell is going to remove me, you?”
I said “Yes” and he laughed again and reached for me. I brought the StunMaster stun gun out from under my suit coat and pressed it into his arm. The 300,000 volt charge overwhelmed his neuromuscular system and he fell to floor like a puppet with his strings cut. As he laid there shaking and twitching I started kicking him in the nuts. I got in seven hard ones before Regina could get off the bed to try and pull me away. She grabbed me and pulled as she cried:
“Stop it Frank! Stop it before you hurt him!”
I pushed her away and snarled at her, “I’m trying to hurt him you stupid bitch!” and I went back to kicking him.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Regina pick up the table lamp from the bedside table. What she planned on doing with it I don’t know because she never had a chance to do it. I still had the stun gun in my hand and I stepped over to her and touched her with it and pulled the trigger. She fell to the floor and flopped around like a fish out of water.
I stood there looking at the booth of them and suddenly had a change of heart. My original plan had been to zap Stan, throw him out of the house and then have a long talk with Regina, but all that changed when she picked up the lamp. I quickly replaced the nine volt battery in the stun gun to make sure that I had a full charge if I needed it again. Then I went out to my tool box in the garage and got a Magic Marker and went back to the bedroom. One Regina’s forehead I wrote “Frank’s wife” and on Stan’s chest I wrote “What happens to you when you get caught fucking Frank’s wife.” The letters weren’t all that even and looked a little sloppy, but it was the best I could do with the two of them flopping around and twitching.
I drug Stan’s twitching body out of the house and across the front yard and dropped him on the sidewalk next to my car. According to the literature the effects of the gun were only supposed to last for from five to ten minutes and it had already been over five for Stan so I gave him another ‘touch’ and left him lying there as I went back in and got Regina. I carried her out and dropped her on the ground next to Stan.
By the time I got there with Regina Stan had drawn a small crowd. Harvey, who lived in the last house on the end of the block on my side of the street asked:
“What’s going on here? Should I call the cops?”
“No need Harv; I caught him fucking my wife and I handled it.”
I saw the neighbors all look at one another and then Mrs. Welch said, “Oh my. I never would have thought that about Regina.”
“Neither would I have Mrs. Welch, but she did and I caught her at it.”
I loaded Regina and Stan onto the back seat of my car and drove down to the gym and pulled up out in front. Stan and Regina were both showing signs of recovery so I gave them both another touch from the gun and then I pulled them out of the car and dropped them on the sidewalk in front of the gym. I got back in the car and drove off. In the rear view mirror I saw them draw a crowd as I headed for home.
I went to the bedroom and took the bed apart and carried it out of the house and stacked it in the driveway. Because it was a king I struggled getting the mattress out, but didn’t have any trouble with the two box springs. Using the same Magic Marker I used on Regina and Stan and a large piece of cardboard I made a sign that read:
“The bed that Frank’s wife cheated on. Free to anyone who wants it.”
I put the sign on the pile and went back into the house to make sure I hadn’t left anything behind and then I called work and told them I had a family emergency and would be off for a couple of days. Next was a call to Tom Osbourne who was a good friend and also my attorney. I filled him in on what had happened. I told him that there was a good chance the police might get involved and I arranged for Tom to go my bail if necessary.
Once I had all bases covered I did the last thing that anyone would expect of me. I grabbed my work-out bag and went to the gym. There was no crowd on the sidewalk when I got there and Regina and Stan were gone. I went in, signed in at the front desk and headed for the locker room to change.
I was on the seated leg press when Bill came up to me. Bill was the manager and we had always gotten along. In fact, it was Bill who had talked me into joining the gym. I suppose that in a way that made him the one to blame for the situation. If he hadn’t talked me into joining I would never have brought Regina to the gym and she would never have met Stan. I smiled to myself as I thought “now there is some fuzzy thinking for you.” She wouldn’t have met Stan here; she would just have met someone else somewhere else.
Bill waited until I finished my set and then he said, “I don’t suppose you happen to know anything about what took place out front earlier would you?”
“I might.”
“Mind filling me in?”
“I walked into the house and found the two of them going at it in the bedroom. I didn’t want them in the house so I brought them here. Seemed fitting since this is where they first got together.”
“You could have let me know what you were going to do so I might have had a chance to minimize the notoriety.”
“In a way I did you a favor if you play it right.”
“What does that mean?”
“You terminate the asshole and let it be known that you will not tolerate your employees doing such things. That will give the rest of your employees a wake up call and the word will go out to men that they won’t have to worry about their wives and girlfriends if they join and do their workouts here.”
“There is that I guess.”
“What happened to the loving couple?”
“The cops showed up, wrote them up for public indecency and then took them away. I don’t know where to; probably the emergency room at the hospital or maybe the jail. Am I going to have a problem with you?”
“Like what?”
“Suing me for some shit or other because one of my employees took up with your wife?”
“No, you don’t have to sweat that, but if you don’t fire Stan and he is here when I come in to work out there could be trouble. I doubt that he is going to take kindly to what I did to him and if he comes after me it isn’t likely to be pretty.”
“No sweat. He’s gone. I’ve had other complaints about him and the attention he pays to some of the women who work out here.”
“Oh; one last thing. Cancel Regina’s membership and if there is any refund coming apply it toward the renewal of mine.”
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After my work out I headed for Antonio’s for the self service salad bar. As I ate I thought about my options and decided that I didn’t have all that many. They boiled down to kicking Regina out; keeping her with some major changes on her part or keeping her and living with the “new” her. Option three got a half second of consideration before being rejected and option one was ahead on points, but I decided to wait before making a decision. When I finished eating I took out my cell and called the customer service numbers I’d written down earlier and cancelled the credit cards.
When I got home I figured I’d have to park on the street because of the bed in the drive, but the bed was gone. I pulled into the drive and parked. I considered putting the stun gun and holster in the glove box, but decided not to. I had no idea how fast Stan might have recovered and gotten his strength back and I had to allow for the fact that he might come looking for revenge. And there was also the chance the cops would pay me a visit and I might look better if I had it in a secure place.
I walked in the front door and something slammed into the wall next to my head and fell to the floor. As I looked down and saw the heavy glass candy dish that usually sat on the coffee table I heard:
“You rotten son of a bitch!”
I looked to see Regina picking up the ceramic cat from the end table. She snarled “You miserable bastard” and cocked her arm to throw it at me and I snatched the stun gun out of its holster and pointed it at her. She didn’t know that it had to be touching her to work and she cried out, “”No! Not that! No Frank, not that. Please Frank, not again!” and dropped the cat and it shattered as it hit the floor.
I pointed at the candy dish and said, “Pick that up and put it back where it belongs and then clean up that mess at your feet.” I put the stun gun back in its holster and walked by her into the kitchen and got myself a beer out of the fridge. I opened it, took a pull and then went down into the basement to work on the entertainment center I was building.
Frankly I was surprised that Regina was even home. I would have thought she would be at her mother’s or sister’s. About a half hour after I went into the basement Regina came down the stairs, sat on the bottom step and looked at me. I ignored her and after maybe a minute she said:
“How could you do that to me?”
I looked over at her and noticed the “Frank’s wife” was still visible on her forehead and I said:
“Do what to you Regina?”
“Shoot me with that thing and then do all those things to humiliate me. Do you have any idea how I felt lying naked outside with the neighbors looking at me and Stan? How it felt to have a bunch of strangers looking at me in front of the gym like I was part of some freak show? Any idea how I felt when mom brought me home and I saw some people loading our bed into their truck and the woman loading it thanked me for it? I didn’t have a clue what she was talking about until I saw the sign on the ground and realized that she’d read the words on my forehead.
“Damn it Frank I love you and I know you love me so how could you do all that to me? And you could have killed Stan.”
“Still might have to.”
“What?”
“I still might have to kill him. You said you wouldn’t give him up so the next time he is here I might have to escalate things.”
“He won’t be back. When I left the hospital they were taking him into surgery. He is going to lose one or both of his testicles.”
“Couldn’t happen to a more deserving guy, but that just means that he will probably come looking for revenge.”
“How could you do that to him Frank? You aren’t the violent type so how could you do that to another human being?”
“It was easy Regina. All it took was for me to find him fucking my wife and then for the two of you to call me a wimp and dismiss me like I didn’t matter one little bit.”
“I never called you a wimp.”
“Maybe not in words Regina, but your actions sure enough told me what you thought of me. But why don’t I answer your questions. Why did I shoot you with the stun gun? Because you were getting ready to cave in my skull with a table lamp.”
“I was not. I was going to hit you and make you stop kicking Stan.”
“That’s another thing Regina. Why the concern over Stan? I’m the only one you love, right?”
“I was afraid you would kill him and I didn’t want you to go to jail.”
“Bullshit Regina. Where was your concern for me when Stan got off the bed and came for me? Where was the “Stop Stan, don’t hurt him” or maybe “Don’t Stan; leave him alone.” You just laid there with your legs spread wide and watched and waited for him to throw me out so he could get back to fucking you.”
She started to say something, but I cut her off. “Don’t interrupt Regina, I’m on a roll. You want to talk about humiliation? How about the humiliation I suffered when you told me I wasn’t worth spit in bed and you had to fuck another man to get off? How about the humiliation I suffered at being told to get out of my own bedroom so your lover could continue to fuck you without having me there as a distraction?
“How about the humiliation I suffered when those same neighbors that were looking down at you and Stan were thinking “Frank can’t take care of his wife and she has to look elsewhere. I wonder what’s wrong with him.” I could go on and on Regina, but there is no sense in beating a dead horse. What you got is a hell of a lot less than you deserved, but not to worry; it isn’t over yet.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that I don’t know what I’m going to do yet. I’ve loved you since the fourth grade and it isn’t something that I can’t just turn off because you decided that you wanted to be a whore and a slut. I need to decide if this marriage is worth trying to save or if you have changed so much that it won’t be worth the effort.”
I looked at my watch and decided that it was time to call it a night. As I put my tools away Regina said:
“You threw the bed away. Where are we supposed to sleep?”
“We won’t be sleeping anywhere. I’ll be sleeping in the spare bedroom. I have no idea where you will sleep. Maybe on the seat of your car in the garage or possibly the couch in the living room. Hell, you can even sleep on the floor in what used to be our bedroom for all I care.”
I turned off the light, stepped around her and went up the stairs. I showered and got into bed and about five minutes after I turned out the light Regina came into the room and tried to crawl into bed with me. I sat up and pushed her and she fell on the floor.
“What the hell are you doing in here Regina?”
“I belong in here with you Frank. I love you and you know I do. Let me show you Frank; let me show you how much I love you.”
“You already showed me Regina. You showed me just how much I meant to you when you told me you were going to keep on fucking your stud whether I liked it or not. Just get out Regina.”
“Stan wasn’t about love Frank; Stan was about size. He was huge Frank and he made me feel like no one else ever had. It wasn’t love Frank; it was sex, just sex. Let me prove it to you Frank.”
“I don’t know if we will ever have sex again Regina, but I do know that if we do it won’t be until after you can prove to me that you aren’t carrying around some disease that fuckhead might have given you. Get out of here Regina. I don’t want to look at you or hear your voice.”
She started crying and stared to say, “Please Fra…” and I screamed “Get the fuck out of here Regina before I get out of bed and physically throw you out!”
She got up and still crying she left the room.
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I got up early the next day and saw that Regina was sleeping on the couch in the living room. That she wasn’t already up told me that she probably didn’t intend to go to work that day and I thought, “Good! She can lie around the house all day and stew.”
I left and hit the IHOP for breakfast and I was standing outside Western Arms when they opened at eight. Half an hour later after filling out some forms and handing over my Visa I walked out of the store with a receipt for a Berretta 92F. I had to wait for a background check to come through before I could pick it up and the salesman told me it usually only took forty-eight hours.
I called the man whose name the salesman had given me and for a few dollars more than he usually charged I was given a crash course in the course that was required to get a concealed carry permit for the 92F. I carried the paperwork to the sheriff’s office and applied for the permit and then I headed for the hospital.
I had timed things so that I could get there during visiting hours and when I entered Stan’s room he was facing away from the door so I was able to get close to the bed before he saw me. When he saw me I saw his face screw up in anger and he moved as if he was going to get off the bed and come at me. I pulled the stun gun out of the belt holster and stood there ready as I said:
“I don’t think you really want to do that fuckhead.”
He sank back down on the bed and I holstered the stun gun. Then I said:
“I assume that even though you are stupid enough to fuck around with other men’s wives you were still smart enough to learn to read.” I handed him the receipt for the 92F and said, “The fact that you are in this hospital and on this bed should show you that I’m not going to fuck around where you are concerned. You need to read that and understand what it means. You have to be close enough for me to touch for the stun gun to work and I don’t feel much like gambling that you won’t come after me with a baseball bat or something that will keep me from getting close enough to use it. So I’ve gotten something I can use if you ever get within twenty feet of me.
“Why am I telling you this? Because I expect that you are stupid enough to come after me for revenge. I’ve already said it, but I’m going to repeat it just to make sure that you heard. I’m through fucking around with you. You come anywhere near me and I will assume that you mean to do me harm and I will kill you. I will not fire a warning shot and I will not try to wound you. I will empty the clip into your worthless ass and then I will spit on your body. Believe it Stan. Believe it!!”
I took the receipt from him and left the room. I hit Denny’s for a bite to eat and then I went home.
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Regina was sitting in the kitchen with a wine glass in front of her and an almost empty wine bottle on the table. She looked up at me when I walked in – took a drink – not a sip, but a drink of her wine and then said:
“I didn’t know if you were coming home or not so I didn’t fix dinner.”
“I’ve already eaten.”
I grabbed a beer from the icebox and headed for my basement workshop. Ten minutes later Regina came down and sat on the steps and watched me work. After several minutes she asked:
“What are you going to do Frank?”
“Don’t know. I guess it depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“What happens when the police finally show up. Whether or not I have to kill your lover. How I feel tomorrow, the day after or next week.”
“The police? Why would they come?”
“Why wouldn’t they? Didn’t you and dickhead tell them why you were naked and on the sidewalk?”
“We told them that it was a practical joke that was taken wrong and that we weren’t going to press any charges.”
“Was that before lover boy had one or both of his nuts removed? If it was before he might change his story. Then of course there is how he may have taken my visit today. It might have upset him enough to give the cops a call.”
“Your visit?”
“I stopped by the hospital today and showed him the receipt for the gun I bought this morning. I told him that if he ever comes within twenty feet of me I’d kill him.”
“You didn’t!”
“Oh yes I did and I meant it.”
“I don’t understand why you would do something like that. I don’t understand why you did what you did do. Stan was no threat to you. I told you that. I told you that it was just a fling and wouldn’t last. Why did you have to go and get all macho?”
“That is it in a nutshell Regina.”
“What does that mean?”
“Getting macho. How do you think I felt after what you and your lover did to me? “Just go away Frank and when I’m done fucking him I’ll let you know.” That told me that as far as you were concerned I was some kind of fucking wimp that would put up with shit like that. Like I was supposed to go sit in the corner and suck my thumb and wait for your call. I was not going to let that stand! What is the opposite of wimp? Macho! For my own mental health I could not let you get away with it.
“Physically I didn’t stand a chance against your asshole fuck buddy so I did what they did in the old west when a big man fucked with the little guy. I got an equalizer. In the old west it was a six gun; in this day and age it is a Taser or a stun gun. And this morning I bought a hand gun and I stopped by the hospital to let your fuck buddy know that if he comes after me for revenge I’ll kill him.”
She was silent and I ignored her as I set up the table saw to cut the boards for the shelves. Finally she said:
“What about us?”
“Us? Were you thinking about “us” when asshole was pounding you and you were screaming “yes, yes, yes” or was “us” somewhere miles away? Where we stand right now Regina is that I have to decide if I even like you enough anymore to keep you around. You are right when you say that you know I love you, but that isn’t enough any more. Loving you didn’t keep you from stabbing me in the back. You say that you love me, but that didn’t keep you from stabbing me in the back either and the thought is there now that you did it once so what will keep you from doing it again? Along with that thought is the thought “Was this the first time or just the first time you got caught?” How many might there have been before Stan? How quick will she be to do it again the next time she runs across a guy with a big cock?
“Those are questions that only you can answer Regina, but there is no trust now. Whatever your answers to those questions might be won’t matter because I don’t have any trust in you any more. You might be telling the truth or you might be lying. How would I know? Right at this moment all I can say is that in the “What Is Going to Happen Sweepstakes” divorce is the odds on favorite at 2 to 1. Co-exist and see what happens is at 10 to 1. Put it back together is a long shot at 70 to 1 and there are a half dozen others in the race with odds of anywhere from 8 to 1 to 60 to 1. It is just too soon to tell, but I will say this – a rosy future for us is not looking good.”
She started crying again and ran back up stairs.
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The next morning I went into work and explained things to my boss. I told him that I didn’t think I would need any more time off, but that if I did I would try to give him as much advance notice as I could. He told me not to worry and take whatever time I needed.
“I know what you are going through Frank. Been there, done that and lost the T-shirt in the divorce.”
I spent the day doing my job while thinking about what I was going to do. It should have been a simple decision. She was a cheating slut so kick her ass out of your life, right? The problem was that I loved her and I had loved her for damned near forever and as stupid as it made me seem I did believe that she loved me.
But was love enough? Would love overcome the way I felt when Regina told me that it didn’t matter what I said she was still going to fuck Stan? Would love get me by the fact that her actions told me as plain as day what she thought of me as a man – that I would be wimp enough to just crawl off and wait for her to call me? Could love win out over all? I didn’t know. I just didn’t know.
After work I stopped at Denny’s again for my evening meal and when I got home there was a truck from a furniture truck store parked in the driveway. And two men were carrying stuff into the house. When I went in Regina was directing them to carry the stuff to the master bedroom. I checked things out and saw that it was a bed. Regina saw me and said:
“You could have told me that you cancelled all the credit cards and took all the money out of the bank.”
I nodded at the furniture and said, “It doesn’t seem that it slowed you down any.”
“I had to take the money out of the savings account that I set up to pay for a Caribbean cruise.”
“Oh? When were you and studley planning on doing that?”
“It was for us Frank. You and me. It was going to be an anniversary surprise.”
“Yeah! Right! I’m sure that I believe that.”
She gave me a disgusted look and then said, “I hit the gym at lunch and they told me that I didn’t have a membership there anymore. That your doing too?”
“I’ll be damned if I’m going to pay for the place where you meet your lovers.”
“Damn it Frank! I don’t have lovers. Stan was my only mistake.”
I shrugged, got my evening beer from the fridge and headed for my basement work shop. When the furniture men were done and had gone Regina came down to the basement and said:
“How long before we sit down and talk it out Frank?”
“Nothing to talk about Regina. Nothing you can say is going to change anything. I still don’t know what I’m going to do, but you will be the first to know when I finally decide.”
“We have to talk Frank. I need to convince you that you are wrong in what you are thinking.”
“How am I wrong Regina. I saw you with him on our bed. You yourself told me that you were going to continue fucking him. How have I got that wrong?”
“You think that because of what I did I was thinking you were a wimp. You are thinking that because of what I did that you weren’t man enough to satisfy me in bed and you are thinking that because of what I did I couldn’t possibly love you. All of that is wrong Frank. I love you and I have spent years showing you that I do. I do not think you are a wimp and I have never thought that. Okay, so maybe by not saying anything at the time I led you to believe it, but it had to more to do with the situation at the time.
“I never expected to get caught and I was stunned and confused when suddenly you were there. I said nothing when Stan said what he said because I was too scared to open my mouth. Too scared and afraid I would say the wrong thing. As far as satisfying me? You are a marvelous lover Frank and you have never failed to satisfy me when we make love.”
“Then what the fuck were you doing on my bed with asswipe?”
“I don’t know if you will understand Frank, but I’ll try. There isn’t a woman alive who has spent time talking with her girlfriends who hasn’t heard about large cocks and how great they feel. As a result I doubt that there is a woman alive who doesn’t want to experience one. Most never get the chance. I probably never would have either except that one day I was at the gym to work out and I got to see Stan’s.
“Stan and one of the other trainers were playing grab-ass while they were working out and they didn’t see me standing off to the side. Joe grabbed Stan’s gym shorts and pulled them down. Stan was commando under his shorts and I saw his cock hanging down. Even soft it was huge. I gasped when I saw it and Stan heard and he looked over and saw me. Seeing me looking triggered something and his cock began to grow. When it was erect it looked like it was a foot long. I found out later it was ten and a half inches. Any way, I tore my eyes away from his cock and I saw him leering at me and I ran for the locker room, dressed and hurried back to work.
“I couldn’t put the sight of Stan’s cock out of my mind and it was only natural that I would wonder what it would feel like. I never intended that it would happen, but I thought about it. The next time I was at the gym Stan came up to me and asked me when we were going to get together. I told him that I didn’t know what he was talking about and he laughed and said he’d seen the way I looked at him and he knew I wanted it. I told him he was crazy and he laughed again and said that it was only a matter of time and he could wait. Every time I went into the gym he would hit on me and I kept telling him no, but I never stopped wondering what a big one like his would feel like.
“It took him six weeks, but I finally decided I needed to know what it would feel like at least once. I convinced myself that you would never know and it wouldn’t matter because I loved you and a big cock was not going to take me away from you. Of course it turned out that once was not enough. The first time blew my mind and I had more and bigger orgasms than I’d ever had before in my life so I did it again. The day you walked in on us was the third time. It would have ended in a little bit because Stan was the kind of guy who just had to make more conquests and he would have dropped me for the next woman he wanted to hustle. I knew it so I thought I’d just hang on for the ride until he ended things. I would have had the experience and you would have been none the wiser. He couldn’t have taken me away from you Frank. No man could take me away from you.”
“You are wrong there Regina. He did take you away from me. That is why we are in the situation that we are in now. Stan and his big cock did take you away from me and you acknowledged that fact when you flat out told me to my face that you were going to continue fucking him whether I liked it or not. And your little story just now did not make things any better. He gave you more and larger orgasms than you had ever had? You think that isn’t a kick in my teeth? You think that it makes me feel good to hear that I didn’t get the job done in the bedroom?”
“Damn it Frank; I told you that you are marvelous in bed. You took care of me just fine. You are mechanically minded so let me see if I can explain it in terms you can follow. You know all about mechanical and electrical devices, right? You know how a rheostat works, right? Picture a rheostat that goes from zero volts to twelve volts. You turn the dial to the number one and you get one volt applied to the circuit. You move the dial up to the number six and the circuit gets six volts. With me here?”
I nodded a yes and wondered where the hell she was going with it.
“Okay, so imagine my pussy as a rheostat, but instead of a round meter with a dial it is a twelve inch tube and inside the tube at one inch intervals there is a toggle switch and each time one of those toggle switches is moved it applies voltage. Now substitute pleasure for voltage. Instead of the meter reading zero to twelve volts imagine it reading zero to twelve units of pleasure.
“You push your cock into the tube and the head of your dick reaches the first toggle switch and pushes against it and turns it on and I feel one unit of pleasure. Your cockhead reaches the second toggle, pushes against it and I get a second unit of pleasure. The same thing happens as you trip toggles three, four, five and six. The pleasure keeps increasing until you are all the way in me and then as you pound me you go just a little bit deeper and your cockhead keeps bumping against the seventh toggle switch and I’m crying at you to fuck me harder and faster to try and get you to hit that seventh toggle more and more. All the while you are making me cum, the pleasure meter is reading an average of six and half to seven units of pleasure and I’m loving it. You are doing a great job of keeping me sexually satisfied. Can you picture what I’m trying to say?”
I nodded my head yes.
“Okay, now imagine the same tube with a ten inch cock going in. Now switches seven, eight, nine and ten are triggered and the hard pumping occasionally bumps toggle eleven. I was perfectly satisfied at six and a half Frank. All Stan did was get four more inches into me to touch places that you couldn’t get to and those places caused a higher reading on the meter. It was different Frank; that’s all it was. It was just some added physical pleasure brought on by turning on a couple more switches. It wasn’t love; it wasn’t affection or even like. It was just sex Frank. Great sex, but just sex. With Stan I had damned good sex, but that’s all. With you I had sex, love and physical and mental emotion.
“I was brain dead when I told you I was going to keep having sex with Stan. I knew that you loved me as much as I loved you and I was sure that I could convince you that he was no threat to us and that you would love me enough to have my little fling. I did not think you were a wimp and that I could just ignore you. I was so into what Stan’s cock was doing for me that I wasn’t thinking straight. I honestly did think you loved me enough that you would give me the room to experience what Stan could give me.
“There is no way to go back and reverse things, but believe me Frank when I say that I would if I could. Yes, I loved the feeling I got from Stan’s extra inches, but the pleasure I got out of it wasn’t worth losing you over. I’m sorry Frank. I never meant to hurt us. I’m just so sorry.”
She got up and went upstairs to the bedroom and started putting her new bed together.
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The next day things weren’t any clearer for me. I did know that until I made up my mind – or had it made up for me – I needed to keep a close eye on Regina. I couldn’t afford to hire a private detective since I wasn’t a rich man and I needed to work so I couldn’t follow her myself.
I got on the Internet and went looking for information and found a great deal of “how to” information. I found out how to tap a phone using items that could be purchased at Wal-Mart or Radio Shack and I found sites that sold spy cameras disguised as books, clocks and smoke alarms. I found places that sold ‘bugs’ that could be hidden in purses, shoes and even in pieces of jewelry. It was expensive, but still cheaper than hiring a private eye.
When I was done the phone had a tap on it; her car had a GPS tracker, and a digital voice activated recorder installed. There were two spy cams in the house – one in her bedroom and one in the living room – and the lining in the purse she used most often had a bug planted in it.
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The next month went by with me doing my best to avoid Regina while she was doing her best to try and get me to sit down and try to work things out.
I made an appointment and saw an attorney and he pretty much told me what I already knew. We lived in a no fault state so assets would be divided equally. We didn’t have kids so child support wouldn’t be an issue. Regina and I had comparable incomes so alimony wouldn’t be a factor. The sticking point would be the 401(k) s and pensions. We both had pension plans and a review would need to be done to see who got how much when we retired and an adjustment made to see that we both benefited equally. I had a 401(k) and Regina didn’t so I would lose part of that.
Since I would be the one filing I would be responsible for court costs and if Regina fought it I might even – if we got the wrong judge – have to pay her attorney’s fees. I told him I would think on it and get back to him.
I still didn’t know what I was going to do and it looked like I had wasted a bunch of money on my ‘spyware’ purchases. I checked every day and there was nothing out of the ordinary. I’d almost decided that checking on Regina was a waste of time and money when suddenly Regina got a phone call from Stan on her cell phone as she was driving home from work. I could only hear her side of the conversation, but I knew it was Stan because she said his name.
“Hello?”
“What do you want Stan?”
“No. I’m on my way home and I’m driving and I don’t like to talk on the phone when I’m driving.”
“No Stan. I’ll be home in five minutes. Call me there.”
“No. He won’t be home for another hour.”
“All right.”
The call to Regina at the house was interesting as I got to listen to both sides of the conversation.
“Hello?”
“Hi sexy lady.”
“What do you want Stan?”
“Is that any tone to use with the guy who rings your chimes?”
“I asked you what you wanted.”
“You. When can we get together?”
“I thought they had taken both of your testicles? At least that is what I heard.”
“It was touch and go there for a bit, but I’ve still got the magic wand. When can we get together?”
“We can’t. I’m fighting to hang onto Frank.”
“Why? He can’t do for you what I can.”
“He comes damned close. Close enough anyway and he can do things for me that you never could.”
“Yeah; like I’m ever going to believe that.”
“Doesn’t matter if you do or not. All you are is a big cock. Frank is the total package and I was stupid for ever risking losing him.”
“Well you are going to lose him. I owe the son of a bitch and when I get done with him he won’t be any use to you or any other woman.”
“Don’t do it Stan. He’s expecting you to try something and he has a gun. He told me if he sees you within twenty feet of him he will kill you.”
“He has to see me first and I don’t plan on letting that happen.”
“Leave him alone Stan. Please, just leave him alone.”
“Maybe. Maybe if you make it worth my while.”
“What do you want?”
“Oh come on sexy lady; what the fuck you think I want?”
“And if I do you will leave him alone?”
“Cross my heart, hope to die.”
“Frank plays cards with some friends and he won’t be here tomorrow. Call me about this time tomorrow and I’ll see what we can work out.”
“You got it. Till tomorrow.”
Well, there it was. One of the things I’d thought about while trying to decide if I wanted to try and save things with Regina was would she likely go after a big cock again if she got the chance. It seemed like I had my answer. If she didn’t tell me about the phone call it would mean that she couldn’t be trusted. She still hadn’t said anything by the time I knocked off working in the basement and went up to take my shower. I had my answer.
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I decided to end things with a bang. I’d wait until she set up her next meeting with asshole and interrupt it the same as I had the last time only with a slight difference. I had my 92F now.
The next day I left work early, parked a block away and walked home. I was in the basement when Regina got home and ten minutes later the phone rang. I crept to the stairs and listened so I’d know when she hung up and then I went over and listened to the conversation on the recorder that taped the house phone calls.
“Hello?”
“It’s me.”
“Frank goes straight from work to his card game so he won’t be home until eleven. How soon can you get here?”
“Three minutes. I’m parked a couple of blocks away.”
“The door is unlocked. Just come on up to the bedroom. I’ll be naked and waiting.”
I smiled as I thought “And so will I. Maybe not naked, but I will be waiting”
A minute or so later I heard the front door open and close. I gave him enough time to get upstairs and undressed and then I pulled the slide back on the Beretta and released so it slammed forward chambering the top cartridge in the clip.
I started up the stairs and just before I reached the top I heard someone coming. I wanted to catch the two of them in bed going at it so I hesitated. I peeked around the corner and saw Regina getting something out of one of the kitchen drawers. I was confused. She said she would be on the bed naked and waiting, but she was fully dressed. She turned and headed back to the bedroom and I gave her a minute and then followed.
The bedroom door was open, but I didn’t hear the sounds of sex. I looked in the bedroom, but didn’t understand what I was seeing. Stan was lying on the bed fully dressed. He was shaking and twitching and Regina was busy tying his hands to the headboard. Her back was to me so I slipped into the bedroom across the hall and left the door open just enough so that I could look through the gap and into the room across the hall.
Stan’s thrashing was fading and Regina left the room and came back a minute or so later and I could see that she was putting something into her shirt pocket. It was small and I couldn’t tell what it was. I heard Stan say:
“You fucking bitch! I’ll get you for this!”
Regina got up and walked over to the dresser and picked something up. She turned back to Stan and said:
“You want another shot of this?” and showed him what she had in her hand. I recognized it. It was a stun gun similar to the one I had.
“After Frank showed me how effective these little suckers could be I got one to carry in my purse for self defense. Works great doesn’t it. Want another shot?”
“No.”
“Then lay there and stay still.”
She took his shoes off of him and then undid his belt and pulled his pants and boxers off and dropped them on the floor.
“Why Stan – what a disappointment. I’m not a sexy lady any more? Your dick is just lying there. Can’t have that baby. Need you hard for the next step.”
She fondled his cock and after a minute she bent and took him in her mouth. A couple of minutes later Stan’s cock was pointing up at the ceiling. Regina slowly worked his cock with her hand and said:
“Now I want you to tell me exactly what you are planning to do to my husband.”
“Fuck you bitch.”
“Oh dear; I had hoped that we could do this civilized, but if we can’t, we cant.”
She got up and walked to the dresser and picked up a knife that had been sitting there. Going back to Stan she started stroking his cock with her left hand while holding the knife in front of his eyes with her right.
“The way this is going to go Stan is that you are going to tell me exactly what I want to know or I am going to shorten your cock one inch at a time.” She placed the edge of the knife against his dick and said, “Start talking.”
He was silent and Regina’s hand moved just a fraction and Stan screamed. Regina said:
“You think I’m joking?” She held a finger in front of his eyes. “That’s your blood Stan. Start talking or I cut deeper and you lose your first inch.”
“Okay, okay; just put the knife down.”
“Talk Stan. Just what have you planned for my husband?”
“Catch him not looking and smack him in the head with a baseball bat and then use the bat to turn his cock and balls into mush.”
“Why would you want to that Stan?”
“Because of what he did to me.”
“So he caused you some pain, so what? You don’t think you earned it by screwing his wife?”
“The son of a bitch got me fired too. Not only that but Bill told me not to expect a favorable reference if anybody called for one.”
“So you believe that you are supposed to be able to go through life fucking other men’s wives and girlfriends and they are just supposed to shrug it off?”
“No, but he could have fought me like a man instead of what he did. It just shows how much of a limp dicked wimp that he is.”
“No Stan; what it shows is that he is a very smart man. He knew he couldn’t fight you because of your natural advantages.”
“Bullshit!”
“No it isn’t. You outweigh him by fifty pounds and you are a good six inches taller and that means your arms are longer. That means you could start hitting him before he could even get close enough to land a blow. He knew that so he evened things up. You earned what you got Stan. Whether you accept it or not you got what you had coming for fucking his wife.”
“I wasn’t in it alone. I don’t see you limping around.”
“I got hurt a lot worse than you Stan. I’ve lost him. You want to know real hurt lose the one you love. But we don’t need to go there.”
She took something out of her shirt pocket and I saw it was a small digital tape recorder. She hit a button and waited a few seconds while it rewound and then she hit play and Stan heard “smack him in the head with a ball bat.” She turned the recorded off and said:
“Here is how we play this Stan. If anything bad happens to my husband this goes to the police. If somebody sneaks up on him and hurts him the tape goes to the police. If he is the victim of a hit and run this goes to the police. Anything bad Stan and I do mean anything bad and this tape goes to the police. Understand me?”
I didn’t hear him say anything, but he must have nodded a yes because Regina said:
“I’m going to cut your right arm free and leave you the knife so you can cut the left free while I go outside and sit in my car and watch the front door. If you aren’t out of here in five minutes I’m calling the cops. I’ll tell them I’m being stalked and that the stalker is inside my house. I might even tell them that you are armed and I fear for my life.”
She cut his right wrist loose and then dropped the knife on the bed. I closed my door so she wouldn’t see it open when she came out of the room. I heard her leave the house and a couple of minutes later I heard Stan leave the bedroom and go down the stairs. When I heard the front door open and then close I hurried down the stairs and went out the back door. I moved around to the side of the house and carefully peered around the corner. Regina was sitting in her car watching Stan get into his. She sat there until Stan drove away and then she got out of her car and went into the house. I ran to the fence, climbed it, dropped into the Miller’s backyard and then hurried to my car.
I spent the next two hours in Duffy’s Tavern nursing a couple of drinks and thinking about what I had just seen. My mind wasn’t computing all that well. There was just so much shit in there bumping in to each other. Regina’s claims that she loved me were bouncing off the memory of her telling me that she was going to keep on fucking Stan. Her actions when I caught the two of them that first time pushed against her defense of me as she had Stan tied to the bed.
It all boiled down to half of me saying, “She loves you and you love her and you know it so give her a chance.” The other half was saying, “She let you down once even though she says she loves you so you can’t trust her not to do it again.” When I finished the drinks in front of me I got up and headed for home.
As I drove a few things jelled in my mind. The phone calls I’d listened to and what she had done to Stan convinced me that Regina did care for me so the only questions that really had to be answered were:
“Could I eventually get past it if I kept her?” and “If I keep her can I trust her never to do it again?”
The problem was that there was no way to get answers. The answers could only come with time so my decision came down to “Do I give the time for those answers to come or not.”
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When I got home Regina was watching TV and she looked over at me and asked if I’d eaten yet. I told her I wasn’t hungry. I stood there for a second or two, but I couldn’t get the words to come so I went into the kitchen and got my nightly beer and went down into the basement. I was there maybe five minutes before Regina came down and sat on the steps and watched me work. After a minute or so she said:
“I heard from Stan today.”
“Oh? And when are you going to get together?”
“We aren’t Frank. I let him know in no uncertain terms that we would never see each other again.”
“So why tell me?”
“I won’t hide anything from you Frank. Not ever again. I don’t blame you for not believing it especially after what I did, but it is true. I don’t know what you are finally going to decided to do, but if you do decide to keep us together I will do everything humanly possible to get your trust back and keep it.”
I set aside the dove-tail jig I was getting ready to set up, looked at her and said:
“Do you understand that earning back that trust can be every bit as corrosive to our relationship as what you did to lose that trust?”
“What do you mean?”
“Think about it Regina. I would be watching you like a hawk. I’d be watching for just the slightest hint that you were screwing around on me again. Be a half hour late coming home from work and I’d be wondering where you were and with who and doing what. You call and say you have to work late. Oh sure. You bet. I’d buy that. With who and where?
“Go shopping and come home with nothing and tell me it was because you didn’t find what you wanted and I’d be thinking “Oh yes you did get what you were looking for” and I’d wonder if it was Stan or with some other guy you found out had a big cock.”
She started to interrupt, but I held up a hand to stop her.
“If you are on the phone with someone I’ll be hovering close by with one ear cocked to catch your side of the conversation and I’ll be listening to catch anything that will make me think you are talking to a lover. Your job has you going on trips several times a year and you know what I’ll be thinking about how you spend your evenings at the hotel. When you get home I’ll be scrutinizing you, your clothes, and your suitcase and probably going through your purse if you set it down where I can get at it. I’d be looking for the proof that would tell me that you were stabbing me in the back again.
“Tell me Regina; could you live like that?”
“I could if it would keep us together.”
“Well I don’t know that I could Regina. Being that kind of a person is not me. I don’t believe I could live like that and I don’t know that I can ever get over the way I felt when you told me that you were going to keep on fucking him after I caught you.”
“I’ll get you over that baby and I’ll never give you any reason to doubt me ever again. I just need a chance frank. Just give me a chance.”
“I’ll think about it Regina. No promises, but I will think on it.”
She reached into her pocket, took out a piece of paper and handed it to me.
“What is this?”
“It is what you said you would have to have.”
I looked at it and saw that it was from a clinic and it said she was drug and disease free. I read it, folded it and put it in my pocket and went back to work. Regina watched in silence for a couple of minutes and then she went back upstairs.
Actually I’d already thought on it and I had decided to give the marriage a chance, but I also felt the need to make Regina sweat – at least for a while.
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I waited two days and then gave her the first sign of a thaw. I hadn’t eaten at home since the day I dumped Stan and Regina on the lawn so on Friday morning, just before leaving for work I asked:
“We have anything for dinner or do I need to hit the store on the way home?”
“We don’t need anything that I can think of.”
“Okay. See you tonight.”
When I got home Regina was in the kitchen and when I walked in she told me dinner would be ready in ten minutes. We ate in silence and then I went down into the basement. When I finished cutting the grass Saturday morning and was washing my hands Regina asked me what I’d like for dinner and when I said, “I thought we would go out to eat” I caught the trace of a smile as she walked away.
She wore her sexiest dress and heels that evening and after we ate I took her to the Boom Boom Room for drinks. She wanted to dance, but I wasn’t quite ready to take her in my arms. Actually that wasn’t true. I was more than ready, but I was still in my “make her suffer” mood and I let most of the evening go by before I got up and moved out onto the floor with her. The results were predictable and I caught her smile when she moved her leg into my erection.
In the car on the way home she slid over next to me and placed her hand on the lump in my trousers and waited to see what I would do. When I didn’t do anything she unzipped me and worked my cock out into the open and began stroking it. When I still didn’t do anything she lowered her head and took me in her mouth. It had been a while for me so it only took her minutes to get me off and when I blew she swallowed it all and kept me in her mouth. She had me erect by the time we got home.
As the garage door came down behind us Regina took her mouth off my cock and said:
“We have a new bed that hasn’t been properly broken in. Are you ready?”
I was.
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It has been three years now and Regina hasn’t given me any reason to be suspicious. I still have a tap on the phone and the recorder and GPS tracker in her car. I have bugged three more of her most used purses and I check regularly, but have found nothing.
I won’t say that it has been easy. Every once in a while when we make love she will cry out, “Yes, yes, yes, oh God yes!” and my mind returns instantly to the day I heard those same words when I caught her and Stan and my cock starts to wilt. It is only supreme will power that allows me to stay hard and finish and I’ve never let her know how close we came to disaster.
Regina does her best to spoil me rotten and I’m liking it, but I also have to admit that there is still a small spot in my brain where the thought still lives that some day she is going to want to see if a big cock can still trip those extra switches. However she does know that if it ever happens and I find out she is history and I really do think that she doesn’t want that to happen.
Time holds the answer to that. All I can do is wait and see and hope that it never happens.